The silence that dominated the Coliseum for a brief instant after Kuang's surrender did not last.
"What was that?"
"He pulled… a sword out of his own eye!"
"That was materialized sword intent? Is that even possible at that level?!"
"Rank 68… defeated without even being touched…"
The common stands were in complete uproar. In the noble sections, the reactions were more restrained but no less intense. Serious gazes, thoughtful expressions.
In the exclusive ranked seating area, the atmosphere was different.
Nan Feng Yu let out a low whistle.
"That… was unnecessarily brutal."
Mo Qian remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"That sword… do you think you could block it?"
The group fell quiet.
He Yun crossed his arms, his expression rigid.
"Block it? Maybe… if I were completely prepared. But dodge it?" He shook his head.
"Extremely difficult."
Bai Zhu took a deep breath.
'That's more terrifying than those gray flames…'
